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‘Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel
?em’Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that
I’m not killing ?em
Cause when I?m not then I?m stop
pinning ?em
And I’m not hip-hop and I?m just not
Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them
women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom.
Adrenaline
shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin
is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop
filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your
coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I
showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a
lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of
pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot
listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when
your real and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying
to hold onto it cause you may never get it again.
So while
you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when
your run is over just admit when its at its end. ‘Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that
gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that
it’s in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre
from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt,
Nas and then me. But in this
industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on
this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see
me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though
half you people got a fucken problem with me.
You hate it
but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press’s
wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.
Soon as a
verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart what is he thinking?
I’ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how
people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the
props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my
spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would
be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I
know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever
when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I
act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack
like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back
in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and
bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m
launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who
want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact
that I’m Slim Mathers
A plaque of platinum status is whack
if I’m not the baddest.
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